Tears of the Angels
Wilted Rose
One wilted rose stands alone in a shadow.
The silent darkness whispers sorrow.
When it wilts there is stillness in the air and all is calm.
Weakened by pain it can no longer live.
Its thorns are no longer sharp like knives and its pedals are no longer red.
Now it is black and wilted,
The dim light is like an ocean that calls,
But no one calls back to it.
Its tears are cold like ice as it remembers a better day.
Wishing the past will come,
It waits,
Waits to live,
Waits to die,
Waits to become normal,
As the days grow longer,
Life grows shorter,
But it sits,
It watches live go by,
One wilted rose stands alone in a shadow.
-Rachel Burns
One wilted rose stands alone in a shadow.
The silent darkness whispers sorrow.
When it wilts there is stillness in the air and all is calm.
Weakened by pain it can no longer live.
Its thorns are no longer sharp like knives and its pedals are no longer red.
Now it is black and wilted,
The dim light is like an ocean that calls,
But no one calls back to it.
Its tears are cold like ice as it remembers a better day.
Wishing the past will come,
It waits,
Waits to live,
Waits to die,
Waits to become normal,
As the days grow longer,
Life grows shorter,
But it sits,
It watches live go by,
One wilted rose stands alone in a shadow.
-Rachel Burns